Alone.

"I wake up to a scream. Not just anyone's scream but yours. I burst out of bed and run to your room. You're not in there but someone had been. I hear your scream again and suddenly I know just where to go."

8. 10th grade

I woke up from what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I probably had. My pillow wet from crying and bags under my eyes darker than the midnight sky. My face fatigued and my bruises darker. I start to get ready for my first day of 10th grade.